Anyone of Indian or Jewish heritage will tell you, we're cut from the same sari. It's one of those things you have to be Indian or Jewish to understand. The similar values, the similar emphasis on culture and history, the identical mothers who just want to love and tend to and marry off their sons off to a woman who is closest to being worthy (because any proper Jewish or Indian mother knows, no woman is really worthy of our sons, so it's really a matter of who is closest.
Therefore, it made sense when I felt like one of the family at this extremely festive celebration of new life at the lovely Palace of Asia. This was the second time I was honored to celebrate with this wonderful family and to be asked to be the one to document the entrance of their newest family member brought joyful tears to my eyes. Maybe it's because I myself just gave birth or maybe it's the sense of home I get when I am with this family. Whatever it was, to bear witness to the celebration and ceremony that comes with the birth of a child was a joy and privilege to document and I am filled with gratitude to be asked.
And not only that, but how sweet and sentimental was it for me to see these children of the men I grew up with. To see the next generation of their friendship bonding with each other over their newest member of their gang. I am just too hormonal to take it without tears!